Quotes I Love!

I think of you and your families and pray for each of you:

Lord, keep them faithful to each other in your love. Let nothing separate them from your love and love for each other. Let the child, the gift of yourself to every family, be the bond of love, unity, joy and peace. Amen.

This is my beloved and this is my friend. Song Of Solomon 5:16

Across the years I will walk with you in deep green forests; on shores of sand: and when our time is through in heaven, too, you will have my hand I promise you! Always your baby! Remember our first picture together so many years ago!

Joe, Jessy And Mat

Why I Fell So Hard For You...Reason # 1 Million

D.J.

First Born..Birth Of Our First Grandchild...A Rare Pic For DJ

Baby Ryan

Your First Day With Me!

A Little Bigger Ryan

The Peace Maker

With Honors

Always Proud Of You! I Adore You!

Baby Jocelyn

Precious Baby Girl,Our First

Jocelyn

Our Pretty Princess

Baby Jessy

A Beautiful Beginning!

Ever Beautiful And Exceptionally Smart Jessy

My Sweet Girl...Look At You Now!

Jocey And Jessy

Best Friends Forever!

My 2 Beauties

Jocey And Jessy

Baby Mat

You Are So Handsome...My Baby Boy!

Mat

My Little Man!

Christopher

Jocey And Chris (1st born grandson)

Landen Anthony

9-15-2010 Welcome To The World! (#2 grandson)

Good Friends!

My Sis

Best Friends Forever!

My Fairy Name

My Fairy Name!

Your fairy is called Hex Goblinwitch

She is a bringer of riches and wealth.

She lives in places hexed and tainted by black magic.

She is only seen in the enchanted moment between sleep and waking.

She wears black feathers and rose petals. She has gentle green wings like a butterfly.

What Kind Of Flower Are You?

Wednesday, December 9, 2009

Why The Evergreen Trees Never Loose Their Leaves

BY FLORENCE HOLBROOK

WINTER was coming, and the birds had flown far to the south, where the air was warm and they could find berries to eat. One little bird had broken its wing and could not fly with the others. It was alone in the cold world of frost and snow. The forest looked warm, and it made its way to the trees as well as it could, to ask for help.

First it came to a birch tree. "Beautiful birch tree," it said, "my wing is broken, and my friends have flown away. May I live among your branches till they come back to me?"

"No, indeed," answered the birch tree, drawing her fair green leaves away. "We of the great forest have our own birds to help. I can do nothing for you."

"The birch is not very strong," said the little bird to itself, "and it might be that she could not hold me easily. I will ask the oak." So the bird said: "Great oak tree, you are so strong, will you not let me live on your boughs till my friends come back in the springtime?"

"In the springtime!" cried the oak. "That is a long way off. How do I know what you might do in all that time? Birds are always looking for something to eat, and you might even eat up some of my acorns."

"It may be that the willow will be kind to me," thought the bird, and it said: "Gentle willow, my wing is broken, and I could not fly to the south with the other birds. May I live on your branches till the springtime?"

The willow did not look gentle then, for she drew herself up proudly and said: "Indeed, I do not know you, and we willows never talk to people whom we do not know. Very likely there are trees somewhere that will take in strange birds. Leave me at once."

The poor little bird did not know what to do. Its wing was not yet strong, but it began to fly away as well as it could. Before it had gone far a voice was heard. "Little bird," it said, "where are you going?"

"Indeed, I do not know," answered the bird sadly. "I am very cold."

"Come right here, then," said the friendly spruce tree, for it was her voice that had called.

"You shall live on my warmest branch all winter if you choose."

"Will you really let me?" asked the little bird eagerly.

"Indeed, I will," answered the kind-hearted spruce tree. "If your friends have flown away, it is time for the trees to help you. Here is the branch where my leaves are thickest and softest."

"My branches are not very thick," said the friendly pine tree, "but I am big and strong, and I can keep the North Wind from you and the spruce."

"I can help, too," said a little juniper tree. "I can give you berries all winter long, and every bird knows that juniper berries are good."

So the spruce gave the lonely little bird a home; the pine kept the cold North Wind away from it; and the juniper gave it berries to eat. The other trees looked on and talked together wisely.

"I would not have strange birds on my boughs," said the birch.

"I shall not give my acorns away for any one," said the oak.

"I never have anything to do with strangers," said the willow, and the three trees drew their leaves closely about them.

In the morning all those shining, green leaves lay on the ground, for a cold North Wind had come in the night, and every leaf that it touched fell from the tree.

"May I touch every leaf in the forest?" asked the wind in its frolic.

"No," said the Frost King. "The trees that have been kind to the little bird with the broken wing may keep their leaves."

This is why the leaves of the spruce, the pine, and the juniper are always green.